Murphy (The Skulls) Page 13

  She gave him a wave in kind.

  They disappeared.

  Kelsey ran for the bathroom, no doubt about to throw up. She saw Killer follow after her.

  Hardy held Rose back as Eva made her way toward Tiny.

  “Guess what, buster? I’m drunk, and I can now say this to you.”

  Tate winced as Eva stumbled over her words.

  “You are a bastard. You’ve broken my heart more times than I can count, and if what you’ve got to offer at Vegas is all then the sweet-butts can have you.” She hiccupped. “You’re terrible in bed.” She slapped Tiny and walked away with her head in the air.

  Covering her mouth, Tate tried to cover her laughter.

  It was her turn, and she walked up to Murphy. “If we’re going to do this then let’s make it official.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, Tate brought him down for a kiss. Smashing their lips together, she deepened the kiss by plunging her tongue into his mouth.

  After several seconds, he caught her against him, kissing her back. Pulling away from him she turned to her father.

  “You can’t do a thing about it because you’ve got to handle Eva.”

  Grabbing Murphy’s hand she headed toward her bedroom. The silence was deafening. She didn’t care. Getting her man to a room and naked was her only priority.

  “We’ll deal with you tomorrow,” Tiny said.

  Waving a hand in the air, Tate kept going ‘til she got to his bedroom. Opening the door, she slammed him up against the nearest wall.

  “You’re drunk,” Murphy said.

  “So, I just declared us a couple. A few drinks isn’t going to change that.” She shoved his leather jacket from his shoulders followed by his shirt.

  “Your father’s going to kick my ass.”

  “A few bruises will look hot. Fuck me, Murphy. Make it count.” She tugged the shirt from her body, throwing it to the floor.

  He took over, unbuckling his jeans and stepping out of them. His fingers sank into her hair, and he brought her in close for a kiss. “Give me those fucking lips,” he said.

  Tate puckered, sending him a kiss through the air.

  “Tease.” He caught her close, pressing his advantage and claiming her lips.

  She moaned, feeling lightheaded as his free hand roamed her body.

  “I love you, baby,” he said.

  Gasping, Tate jerked back looking at him.

  “I’ve loved you for a long fucking time. I know I fucked up, and I promise I’ll never fuck up again. I’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you.” Both hands held her face in his. “You just announced we’re a couple to your father. This is how it’s going to be between us. I’m going to get my ass kicked, and you’re going to be there when it’s over.”

  Covering his hands, Tate wished she could deny everything he said. The hurt he’d caused her had been immeasurable. But she couldn’t deny her feelings for him now, which was way more important.

  Can I live without him?

  Staring into his eyes, she glanced down his body where he’d gotten her name inked into his skin. She was with him forever.

  Capturing his face in the same hold that he held her, Tate looked at him. “No more women or missions or shit. This is between us, and it’s real.”

  “Yes to everything.”

  Licking her lips she nodded her head. “I love you, too.”

  He changed their positions pushing her up against the wall. His lips were everywhere, her mouth, her nose and down her neck. The possession of his hands and lips consumed her.

  Pushing him away, she smiled. “Don’t start thinking you can get away with shit.”

  “I don’t expect to.” He took her lips as he worked her pants down her thighs. “I expect you to be a hard assed bitch to me when I deserve it.”

  Chuckling, Tate circled his neck, bringing him close.

  “Now, shut up so I can fuck you.”

  He walked her toward the bed. She shook her head.

  “I don’t think so.” Turning him, she pushed him to the bed and followed him down. “I’m going to be in charge.” She straddled his waist, biting down on his lip.

  “So fucking good,” he said, gasping.

  She smiled, nibbling on his neck. “We’re going to have some fun. Tomorrow you’re going to get your assed kicked and will be all bruised. I won’t be able to do what I want.” She sucked on his neck. “Let’s have plenty of fun tonight.”

  He threw her to the bed, and she watched him reach for the drawer beside her bed. Murphy held a pair of police cuffs in his finger.

  “Where did you get them?” she asked. Her pussy pulsed with a fresh wave of arousal.

  “A guy owed me a favor. What do you say, Tate? Are you in the mood for a bit of kinky fun?”

  Staring at the cuffs and then at him, Tate smiled. “Baby, I’m ready for anything.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Wrapping the cuffs around a pole in the head board, Murphy locked her hands in place. His cock was so tight, and he was so horny he felt like he was going to come in his pants.

  “Be prepared for your turn,” she said, panting.

  Dropping his hand between her thighs, he stroked through her wet slit feeling her hot tight heat.

  “You’re so wet for me. I’m going to have some of my fun first.” Plunging two fingers into her cunt, he pumped them in deep. With his thumb he pressed against her clit, feeling her pussy tighten around his digits inside her. “I’ll take my turn. I get you all to myself and at my mercy.”

  Releasing her body, he licked the cream off his fingers. “I’ve got a few other surprises with you in mind.”

  Murphy left the bed to get his box of tricks.

  “You can’t leave me like this,” she said, moaning.

  “I’m not going anywhere.” He fisted his cock to show her his own need. “I need you just as much as you need me.”

  She jerked her head, whimpering as he showed her the vibrator he’d bought for her. “I’m here to give you everything you need.”

  Turning the vibrator on, he pressed the buzzing machine against her clit.

  Tate cried out, jerking on the cuffs. He placed a pillow under her hands giving her space to move without them hurting.

  Replacing the vibrator back to her clit, he found the other dildo he’d purchased. Everything in the box was for Tate.

  “This is not fair,” she said, panting. “I wanted a nice quick fuck.”

  “Sorry, baby. You got me all to yourself.”

  Bending down, he licked a circle around her nipple, lavishing it with his saliva before sucking the tip into his mouth. Her back arched off the bed, following his mouth.

  “Not fair.” She cried out, and her legs shut around his hand.

  “You can come anytime you want. If you think kissing a woman is not going to make me stake my claim on you again, you’ve got another think coming,” he said, biting down hard on her nipple.

  Pushing the vibrator into her pussy, Murphy watched as she rode the vibrator toward orgasm. Her cries faded away as she lay on his bed. Tracing her ink, Murphy waited for her to regain her senses.

  She looked at him smiling.

  “That’s one to me,” he said.

  Moving to the bottom of the bed, Murphy opened her legs and crawled up them to settle down directly over her mound. “Now I want to feel you come with my lips on you.”

  He eased the lips of her sex open with his fingers seeing the jewel of her clit glinting up at him. The scent coming off her was driving him crazy, making his mouth water. He wanted to soak in her musky scent, knowing he was the cause for turning her on.

  “So fucking sexy,” he said.

  With his tongue he swirled around the jewel never once sucking her into his mouth. Her taste was exquisite, the best thing he’d ever tasted.

  Pressing three fingers into her core, Murphy worked her open, pounding her pussy with his hand as he sucked her clit into his mouth. She shuddered, moaned, screamed, cried out, and begg
ed for him not to stop. He wouldn’t let up. Her hands were bound above the bed stopping her from escaping him.

  She was completely at his mercy, and he loved every second of it.

  “Mine, mine, mine,” he said, muttering the words against her pussy.

  Tate tensed up, and he felt the second climax taking hold of her. Throughout it all, he rode the wave with her, biting down on her clit and pumping into her warm sweetness.

  Glancing up he saw her staring down at him.

  “I think two will do you now.” He found the key, releasing her hands from the cuffs. In one quick move he put her to her knees and grabbed the lube from the same drawer he’d taken the cuffs.

  Easing enough over his length, he coated his cock before applying plenty to her ass.

  “You’re going to fuck my ass,” she said.

  “Yes, you’re going to love it. You’ve ridden the rubber cock, so you can take mine.” Throwing the tube away from him, Murphy pressed the tip of his cock to her ass. “Breathe out.” He told her what to do, waiting as she complied with his demands.

  Tate didn’t keep him waiting. She did as he instructed. He pushed the tip of his cock inside her, watching her ass open around his length.

  “Do you feel the burn, baby?” he asked.

  “Shut up and fuck me.”

  Slapping her ass, Murphy pushed forward sending another inch into her anus.

  Tate cried out, slamming back against him. He held her hips steady, refusing to let her take the lead.

  He spanked her ass a couple more times for good measure. “You’re not the one in control here, Tate. I am.”

  “I’m burning up, Murphy. Please, I need you to do something to make this aching stop.”

  Reaching around her body, he found her clit and started to stroke her. “How’s that? Is the burn easing?”

  She nodded, moaning into the sheets.

  With her distracted, Murphy slammed the last few inches into her ass. Tate’s screams were muffled by the bed.

  “That’s it. My cock is in your ass, Tate.”

  He swirled a finger around her nub feeling her ass tighten around his cock.

  “Please, move or do something. I can’t wait anymore,” she said.

  Bringing her to orgasm first, Murphy wouldn’t find his own pleasure until he knew Tate was having a good time. Taking her ass was about their mutual pleasure, not him just getting his rocks off in a kinky kind of way.

  “Come for me, Tate. Let me hear you scream.”

  He pumped his hips gently, sensing her need for more. Murphy sensed how close she was to letting go. Gripping her hip, he worked his length out of her ass and then eased back inside. He took his thrusts slowly, working her ass to accept him.

  “Tell me how it feels, baby,” he said.

  “I feel so full. It burns and aches, and I don’t want it to stop. Everything is crashing together.”

  Her head landed on the pillow cutting off her words.

  Teasing her clit, Murphy gave up on drawing everything out. Tate needed to find her release, and he was going to give it to her.

  Sinking into her ass, he felt her climax seconds before her screams rent the air letting him know she was climaxing. Rubbing her clit, he rode her ass hard finding his own release inside her hidden depths. He growled, joining her into bliss.

  His fingers tightened on the hip he was holding as he pumped everything of himself into her ass.

  Collapsing down beside her, he remained in her ass and simply held her in his arms.

  She was panting for breath, like him. Murphy stroked her stomach, needing to touch a part of her in order to keep himself grounded.

  “You’re making me addicted to your touch,” she said, snuggling in close.

  “Is it working?” He kissed her neck, holding her tightly.

  “I never thought I’d love being fucked in the ass, but yeah, it’s working.”

  Tate covered her hands with his. “Daddy’s going to kick your ass tomorrow.”

  He chuckled. “You’ve only just realized the consequences for your actions?” Biting down on her shoulder, Murphy let out a sigh. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if you were drunk when you did it.”

  “I wasn’t totally drunk. I just needed a little courage to get me to do it. After what Eva did, something needed to break the ice.”

  “Yeah, I think Eva’s going to be paying for calling him crap in bed.” Murphy breathed in her scent.

  “Stalker,” she said, slapping his hand.

  “What?”

  “You’re breathing in my scent. It’s creepy.”

  Laughing, Murphy didn’t say a word. There were no words for how this woman made him feel. Tate meant everything to him, and he thought he’d lost her because of his actions. He wouldn’t change what happened as he’d become a spy in order to protect her. Everything else he’d change. There would never have been women. They’d pushed women at him and watched until he had no choice but to fuck them in front of the club. He’d hated every second of his time with The Lions.

  She was the only person who got him through the dangerous times of his life. Pushing the hair off her face he looked down at her.

  “I really do love you,” he said, looking at her.

  Her face softened. “I love you, too.”

  “Thank you for giving me another chance.”

  “You’re growing soft,” she said, kissing his lips.

  “No, I’m not soft. I’ll kill when I need to. You’ll be the only one to see me soft.”

  Tate started to giggle as he tickled her body. She tried to push him away. Pulling out of her ass, Murphy picked her up in his arms. She squealed, holding onto him.

  “Will you stop doing that?” she asked, clawing at his skin.

  “We need to wash, and then we’re going to come back and sleep.”

  ****

  Tate sat on Murphy’s bed, brushing out the tangles in her hair. She wore one of his shirts, and he was walking around the room butt naked. Her heart raced as she looked at him, strutting his stuff. The shower they’d taken together hadn’t been quick. Murphy started by washing her, and then he’d gone to his knees before her, lifted one leg onto the ledge and begun to lick her pussy.

  “What are you looking for?” she asked, putting the brush down.

  “Scissors. Hair’s fucking irritating me.”

  Getting up from the bed, she walked into his bathroom and retrieved the scissors. “Bring a stool and come and sit.” She laid a towel on the floor then waited for him to come through. He carried one of the stools that were in his bedroom. Pointing to the floor, she ordered him where to put it. Tapping the seat she waited for him to sit.

  “You’re going to play hairdresser?” Murphy asked.

  “I’ll do a better job of it than you. I know what I’m doing.” She didn’t have a clue what she was doing, but it would be better than him just grabbing fistfuls of hair and chopping it off.

  “It’s only hair. It always grows back.”

  Shaking her head, she picked some up and started to work the length off with the scissors. She’d put him in front of the mirror in the bathroom. He was staring at her intently.

  “What happened at the warehouse today?” she asked.

  “Club business and you don’t need to know.”

  Dropping the scissors to the floor, Tate walked out of the bedroom.

  Grabbing her clothes she headed toward the door.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, charging for the door. He stood in front of it blocking her exit.

  “I’m not going to be one of the sweet-butts you fuck and enjoy. I’m not made like Angel, Rose, and Eva. If I’m going to be part of your life then you need to bring me into your world. You’re going to have to involve me in your world.”

  “It’s not how The Skulls work.”

  “I know, but if you don’t make changes for us, Murphy, there won’t be an us.” She folded her arms refusing to back down.

  “T
ate,” he said.

  “No, no Tate this or Tate that. It’s pretty simple. You’re going to come home bruised, bleeding, and probably covered in blood, and you’re going to expect me to pretend I didn’t see anything?” Tate stared at him waiting to see her words register to him. “I’m a lot of things, Murphy, but playing dumb is not something I can do. I won’t interfere, and even my dad won’t know what I know. I can do that for you.”

  “It’s dangerous.”

  “I’ve had a gun pulled on me twice. I need to know what shit is going down, or I walk. That’s my final offer,” she said.

  He stared at her. “This is not negotiable?”

  “It’s not.”

  “Fine, then I don’t want any woman with her lips on yours.”

  “Make sure my lips aren’t available for anyone else,” she said, counteracting his argument.

  “You’re one tough bitch to please, do you know that?” Murphy asked, smiling.

  “I’ll be the only bitch you’ve got to please. You’re not going to get it easy. I grew up with Tiny, remember that. I’ve got his genetics inside me.”

  “Don’t I fucking know it.” He took her hand, leading her back to the bathroom. She watched him go under the sink producing a pair of hairdressing shears. “These are for you to finish the job,” he said.

  He sat down, staring at her in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

  “The two guys who were shooting at you, we took them to the warehouse.”

  “Did they know anything?” she asked.

  Murphy told her everything. She saw it in his eyes, the fear he held at what he was doing. Tate knew he hated sharing with her, but it meant so much to her. Also, she knew he wouldn’t be able to handle lying to her. This was their only solution. No matter what he told her, she wouldn’t judge him at all.

  “You did what you had to do, Murphy. There’s no shame in that,” she said, looking at him in the mirror.

  “You’re not seeing me differently?” he asked.

  Leaning forward she pressed her lips to his. “No, I don’t. This is your life, and I’m sharing it with you. You can share what you want with me. There’s no need for you to hide.”

  Murphy wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. “Thank you.”